Reconnaissance: Poems

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Product Details

Price
$12.00
Publisher
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publish Date
Pages
64
Dimensions
5.4 X 0.3 X 8.0 inches | 0.2 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780374536558
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About the Author

Carl Phillips is the author of twelve books of poetry, including Silverchest, a finalist for the Griffin International Poetry Prize, and Double Shadow, winner of a Los Angeles Times Book Prize. His most recent book of prose isThe Art of Daring: Risk, Restlessness, Imagination. Phillips teaches at Washington University in St. Louis.

Reviews

Praise for Reconnaissance

"Carl Phillips creates smooth currents of language that begin in one place, subtly shift direction and then shift again . . . The sounds and rhythms of these poems are gorgeous, and Phillips, whose awards include the Los Angeles Times Book Prize, isn't afraid to ask unsettling questions." --Elizabeth Lund, The Washington Post

"A characteristically bold and beautiful collection from this brilliant lyricist." --Booklist

"Phillips, who has always wrestled gracefully with human longing, confronted solitude in his most recent collection, Silverchest, an LJ Best Poetry Book. Now he confronts a world that's constantly redefining itself, faster and faster, a world where the truth can't be neatly pinned. Never mind that 'There's a trembling inside the both of us, there's a trembling, inside us both, ' these are still finally poems alight with hope." --Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal

Praise for Carl Phillips

"I have a candidate for the author of the most interesting contemporary English sentences, and he is not primarily a prose writer: the American poet Carl Phillips . . . Like Emily Dickinson, Phillips is always taking in the minute metamorphoses of his surroundings (Dickinson's 'Slant of light, / Winter Afternoons') as a way of measuring his own 'internal difference, / Where the Meanings, are.' . . . But he is not a loner; he is, instead, a poet of erotic life as scored for solo contemplation." --Dan Chiasson, The New Yorker